HappyComeLucky

You all know that I am voluptuous in my nature and my body and that I embrace confidence in who I am. You have seen me flaunt my curves on here and elsewhere.

You also know that I sometimes feel insecure about how I look to me as well as how others see me. Society is really good at pushing messages about what is and isn’t acceptable. I fight against the ones that tell me that I am wrong for not being slim but it has to be an active thing that I do. Society also has a very insidious side of fat positivity. The message is strongly that there is an acceptable sort of fat. Acceptable places to have curves and, correspondingly, unacceptable places.

I push back on all of these messages and I believe that I am good enough. I hadn’t really considered how I framed that in my mind. I am good enough. I am attractive enough. I am not awful. Etc etc. I had certainly never considered that there might be parts of me that by being curvy are utterly gorgeous and provoke a need and desire exactly because they are there.

So, when I saw this tweet from the utterly gorgeous @MonstrousJaffa, I was stopped in my tracks.

I had to know more. I quickly took and shared some images with him for clarification of where those kisses go.

And I quickly received confirmation of exactly where my Jaffa’s Curve is.

So now, that previously least loved by me, part of my belly, is now my very loved Jaffa’s Curve. 💕